Yes, I said Jesse McCartney, mostly for those first four measures where he doesn't sing but there's still something way catchy about that song. There's also something way creepy about him being 21 yet looking like he's 15.

And then there's Womanizer, Britney's new single which I'm on the fence about, though judging by the nonstop requests for it the day it came out, I'm guessing it's gonna be pretty big.

Three weeks ago, Nowhere barmaid and good friend Christian (we'll call him Christina) hosted a wigs and waterguns party at his Brooklyn digs. Last week at Good Times at Eastern Bloc, Christina helped import his party to our Wednesday happening, I threw in wieners (read: hot dogs and pigs in a blanket) and the results were magical.

Roger (left) and friend had been boozing since the early evening, when I ran into them over by Western Beef. Fashion week + wigs and wieners = feeling groovy early in the night.

Oops! Somebody thought this was the headbands and handjobs. That's not until October.

Well hello boys. I cannot seem to make out the hair sitch going on with the handsomeness on the right. I want to say his wig is slipping off but I think he might just have an electroclash 'do.

Frank (right) needn't wear a wig with the mane he is already sporting (hidden from full view in this here pic).

Scotty, Christian G. and Jacob (from left) were too cool for school (Vassar, to be exact) for wig night but I think Christian got in on the borrowed wig action.

Mikey (right, with electroclash dude) is back from Europe and looking svelter than ever, maybe because his air carrier, Zoom Airlines, went out of business WHILE he was overseas and now he is too broke to eat.

MESH AND MICKEY MOUSE REALNESS! You know they were for Vogue too.

Ms. Burke opted for a clip-on pouf that matched his features quite nicely.

I also played lots of Divine (yes, she was an actress but she also had tons of italo disco hits) because she was the queen of wigs and boys like the ones pictured here need to hear You Think You're A Man But You're Only A Boy on repeat.

A little game I like to call: wig or real? I'm guessing left is real, bottom center is wig. Back center...wig?

NATIVE LOVE!

That Latino dude from the Boiler Room! He's always quite nice and even wears leather jackets. What if he's the next Jonny McGovern and this is his harem of boys?

Say heyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

Pailo hung in the DJ booth all night and helped snap some pics of the fabulousness going on all around us. Sadly, those pics were not taken on my camera.

Christina and Kelvira (from right) bid farewell to Chrissie Miller (left), who flew back to London after two action-packed weeks in New York. Come back soon Chrissie!

James B., now in school for a Masters and carrying his homework files around with him.

Hot boys who thought they were headed to Gym Bar but actually ended up at Eastern Bloc. I ain't mad at it.

An old friend from high school named Justin, who I haven't seen all that much of these past 10 years. He was pretty religious about running track while I was ummm, uh, wearing wigs to high school (true story).

Matt and Christian's take on lady and the tramp. But which one is the tramp?

Chris hung around just long enough for pigs in blankets and hot dogs to be served, then peaced out faster than you can say cat-sup.

Your DJ for the evening (Jimmy was devouring chocolate in Switzerland this week), getting friendly with a frank.

Halloween is just around the corner people. Please think of something more clever than a Brooklyn hipster this year (I'm looking at you Jason Rodgers, Chaz and Ethan).

I like how this pic is so similar to the other one except Christian swapped wigs. He's definitely the tramp.